It's not Samantha -- it's Sam!

Katie looked down at the red haired man and smiled. "Sam!" She cackled a little bit at herself, and danced downstairs. As she came down, Sam turned to watch her the whole way. He was smiling. Katie kept eye contact on him, and as she reached the bottom of the steps and jumped off to the floor, her robe fluttered further open. Taking two steps toward Sam, she pulled the sides of her robe back in, but Sam got plenty to look at.

"I was sure that when Danny said there was a hair and makeup person named Sam that --"

"-- that he meant Samantha. I know." He sighed. Katie looked at him and smirked. "And I'm not gay, if that was your next question."

Katie laughed. "Okay. I'm not either. Most of the time." She giggled again. Sam blushed a bit at this comment. He went to a small table he had set up, and a cabinet on wheels that he had brought inside. The cabinet was open, and Katie could see drawers and boxes full of make up supplies, hair products, and more. "Wow, Sam! This is more than I have upstairs myself!"

Sam shrugged. "It's my job. I never know what I'll need. Didn't know who you were or what you looked like until just now. Though Danny told me a little bit outside."

Just then, Danny returned through the front door. "I see you two have met," he nodded at Sam and Katie.

Katie nodded. "So, what do we do next?"